Madeleine replays words over and over inside mind. "Articulated sheath?" she finally says aloud. "Articulated sheath.. articulated sheath.. could that refer to.. a glove?" Again she reviews
strange gypsy poem. Descended from one mortal and one superhuman parent Madeleine respects esoteric knowledge but often struggles to translate gypsy's proclamations. Assembled search party has grown
impatient with Madeleine's confusion. "Maybe your half-breed intuition ain't working today." one of them says sarcastically. Pivoting sharply on high-heeled boot Madeleine announces definitively:
"Fallen gunfighter has hidden silver bullets inside her black gloves. She pried shells from still-beating heart while she lay dyying. Now we must locate her decomposed body. Those bulllets are my
legacy.."

Madeleine replays words over and over inside mind. "Articulated sheath?" she finally says aloud. "Articulated sheath.. articulated sheath.. could that refer to.. a glove?" Again she reviews
strange gypsy poem. Descended from one mortal and one superhuman parent Madeleine respects esoteric knowledge but often struggles to translate gypsy's proclamations. Assembled search party has grown
impatient with Madeleine's confusion. "Maybe your half-breed intuition ain't working today." one of them says sarcastically. Pivoting sharply on high-heeled boot Madeleine announces definitively:
"Fallen gunfighter has hidden silver bulllets inside her black gloves. She pried shells from still-beating heart while she lay dyying. Now we must locate her decomposed body. Those bulllets are my
legacy.."

Sinister import of words clutches at Virtue's heart. "Prime, prime, prime.." she whispers urgently, trying to force vague memory into forefront of brain. Slowly, agonizingly she recalls
mid-century restaurant, Prime's Steakhouse, located just blocks from where she stands. Do Wonderboy's captors intend to carve up his manhood, serve it for victuals?? Virtue will do anything to save
Wonderboy. Thus commences stunning odyssey into very depths of sexual perversion..

Sinister import of words clutches at Virtue's heart. "Prime, prime, prime.." she whispers urgently, trying to force vague memory into forefront of brain. Slowly, agonizingly she recalls
mid-century restaurant, Prime's Steakhouse, located just blocks from where she stands. Do Wonderboy's captors intend to carve up his manhood, serve it for victuals?? Virtue will do anything to save
Wonderboy. Thus commences stunning odyssey into very depths of sexual perversion..

Crude, coded legend, handed down by generations of fathers, stuns chambermaid. "People really believe that the ghost of Hamilton House comes here to.. to.. " maid struggles for words. ".. to
obtain the seminal fluids of dark-skinned male guests??" Butler nods sagely , explains further. "A distinguished family, the Hamiltons, occupied this mansion long before it became a bed and breakfast
inn. Matriarch Tanya Hamilton began an interracial love affair which destroyed marriage, family, social standing, and career. To this day Tanya's ghost revisits the ancestral Hamilton home, condemned
to endlessly repeat the same mistakes which ruined her life. Let me tell you how it all began.. "

Crude, coded legend, handed down by generations of fathers, stuns chambermaid. "People really believe that the ghost of Hamilton House comes here to.. to.. " maid struggles for words. ".. to
obtain the seminal fluids of dark-skinned male guests??" Butler nods sagely , explains further. "A distinguished family, the Hamiltons, occupied this mansion long before it became a bed and breakfast
inn. Matriarch Tanya Hamilton began an interracial love affair which destroyed marriage, family, social standing, and career. To this day Tanya's ghost revisits the ancestral Hamilton home, condemned
to endlessly repeat the same mistakes which ruined her life. Let me tell you how it all began.. "